But What Color Were Her Eyes?

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look filled with so much love that it sloshed and overspilled.

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look full of hope, as I tried to ride a bike.

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look full of sympathy, as I cried over my scraped knees.

But what color were her eyes?

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look all too knowing when she saw the boy from school.

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look so excited, as I went on my first date after school.

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look full of caring and sadness, as my heart crumbled, shattered into pieces.

But what color were her eyes?

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look full of amazement, as I made my way downstairs, all dressed up for the prom.

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look full of pride, as I walked across that stage.

I dreamed of the way she would look at me, like only a mother could.

A look of nearly every emotion, of a mom who would never let go.

But what color were her eyes?